[i]A sorcerer?[/i] Kire raised a scarred eyebrow at him. [i]He is full of surprises. [/i] Magic didn’t seem to be in short supply in this world, but even more surprising was him volunteering himself to the task. “Someone proficient in tracking spells. Or scrying, if you have that sort of thing here. And I don’t know how—inconvenient it would be to walk around with my own face at the moment. Also, I know an alchemist back home who’s been tinkering around with more, uh, [i]explosive[/i] stuff. Seems like a good idea. For when I find where the rat’s been hiding.” She stood, wincing, her body sore, and stretched for a bit. She could still go back to Amria, ask for Daryll’s help. He had been reluctant, like Jan, to aid her in her quest to put herself in more danger, but they’re still family. Still, there were things that worked perfectly in Amria that didn’t work completely in another world. She was lucky the armor protections were in place. 

“We can try your way, then find this sorcerer friend of yours. Who are they? Did they also live in the city before?” She paused, then smirked at him. “You might as well give me something to call you by. I can live with just ‘Hey, you’, but that might get confusing later.”